Perfectly Imperfect

I lay in bed, for hours, at night thinking about every possible thing I've fucked up in my life. I got hurt, really hurt, and sometimes when that happens something inside me just shuts down. Be straight up with me. I don't give a fuck if you hurt my feelings, just do it. To be [...]

Where people have to pretend you're a bad person so they don't feel guilty about all the things that they've done to you. Every day brings me closer to the decision, that maybe? I wasn't made for anyone, at all, period. Then again, I have his weird habit of being myself all the time. That's [...]